Wednesday, September 23, 2026

Mustard: Poem

 

Mustard

The woman I know is a humanitarian.

This woman was special.

She learned to hide mustard

From domestic bustard

Like a house librarian.

She practiced magic

And had a concern with human welfare

Against the home barbarian.

Mustard and ketchup are fair

To use in the pantry with care.

Yellow mustard

Is kitchen’s standard.

Tomshinsky@2026

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